It always knows its way." "How does it know ?" I asked.
"It couldn't tell ye how and I couldn't.

There are lots o' things in the world that nobody can understand." The needle now pointed toward its favorite star.
"My uncle says that everything and everybody has compasses in 'em to show 'em the way to go," I remarked thoughtfully.
"He's right," said the Comptroller.

"I'm glad you told me for I'd never thought of it.

Every man has a compass in his heart to tell which way is right.

I shall always remember that, partner." He gave me a little hug as we sat together and I wondered what a partner might be, for the word was new to me.
"What's partner ?" I asked.
"Somebody you like to have with you." Always when we were together after that hour the great man called me "partner." We neared camp in the last light of the day.